A flash of inscrutable light flickered in Luo Xueyao’s eyes, and her voice took on a cold, detached tone that Pei Xiao was entirely unaccustomed to.
"Pei Xiao, oh Pei Xiao, you would rather suspect that Xirong has hidden tens of thousands of spies along the Jizhou border than ever doubt the traitors of the Murong family?"
Luo Xueyao waved her sleeve, and the empty, desolate space instantly transformed back into what it had been a day ago.
Chapter 50